5.
Daylight was a smart woman. He/she worked and from few you/he/she had taken back the university with notable appointment.
I would say that our cohabitation was not easy, but she had a serenity that I had not seen for years.
You/he/she was magnificently raising my nephews; they were open and they were not afraid of what they didn't understand. They were not afraid of me, above all. The black period was perhaps ended. Memory when it started: her husband, now ex, you/he/she had given her some thread to twist. It loved to bet on everything, it attended bische and casino and it often lengthened the hands.
The police had made the path to their house.
He/she didn't want children, when it was continually born the first takings to assentarsi and when the second was born it openly declared its indifference and it planted her/it. You/he/she had not called since then.
His/her children grew well, you/they had never known their father and certain some consequence they suffered her/it; but everything they were cheerful and balanced. Sometimes, when Daylight had to work and they didn't have school, I brought them to scorrazzare in the park; us n'era one enormous next to house, full of boys that as colts galloped everywhere. The grandparent were known some all, and they also knew of sight me. In the district I was known as an inveterate walker, but they started us different months knowing that I was not a simple automaton.
Some took to kindly greet me, others were too worried by my aspect to do him/it. If some sat on the same bench, incidentally they spoke of me. If they were distant, they freely did him/it: they didn't know what I could feel them being my notable hearing.
At times their comments were touching. The human beings know how to be valuable, when they want.
Daylight of certain it was him/it. I had never succeeded in telling her how much proud was of her.
I felt like seeing her/it; I tried to hurry me with that accursed tests to return soon to house.
But it was an error: I was all right. Kurt prolonged the tests increasing the difficulty of it. When I reentered, it was late evening. There were all and they welcomed me with heat. The small raced Gena me meeting and it jumped me to the neck.
«His/her mother brings us to the Whip, domattina!» it howled enthusiastic.
«Fantastic!» I commented. «And where? To the cinemas or to shop?»
The next day there was not school and Daylight it had the day off. My daughter smiled at me and the eye squeezed me.
«Because you don't come also. A bath of crowd cannot make you evil.»
It was probably right. The Whip was interesting; the construction was already it by itself. It was a skyscraper, but entirely anomalous. Indeed it had a conic form; it departed from a base circular of around one hundred meters diameter for then to tighten more and more himself/herself/themselves: to the height of forty meters it was already to the half, to one hundred it reduced him to a diameter of around ten meters. From the plain earth to there places of diversion, supermarkets and restaurants they were happened. Over, the Whip he tightened anchor, gradually, becoming transparent. You prolonged for other one hundred meters and it finished to point.
The good lightning-rod of the world.
The last lines, where he reached the three meters of diameter, you/they were used by the lovers of the strong feelings: the Whip, in fact, was not rigid. The winds moved continuously her, reaching to also move its point of two hundred meters in horizontal with arched and impressive bending. Everything this was possible graces to the soul of the building, a pipe of strengthened steel, strong and articulated, that departed from the center of the building and he/she drowned in a well of special concrete in the beautiful mean of the structures backdrops.
The project had been criticized from almost all the near cities, I exclusively believe for envy: from quite a lot years a non declared competition was baited in the whole region.
The cities did to competition to give shine to his/her own architecture and the various administrations they promoted artistic initiatives in every field.
Among my city and New Delon the competition had assumed by now power on tones, daughter as it was of an economic competition in which however were inevitably in advantage: New Sealon had the sea, New alone Delon the hinterland.
It seems that they were surprisingly initially an only city whose name has gone lost in the meander of a brief history; for how much many denied him/it, the hypothesis appeared obvious: only a bridge separated her, around five hundred meters suspended concrete on a channel artificial built decades before. Many wished a political and economic fusion between the two cities and the World Assembly of the Mayors it was more times pronounced in favor. In an epoch in which the globalismo was seen how I smoke in the eyes, this union appeared natural to the more. The hypothesis fluttered in the air.
In the meantime, the administrations of the two cities were pricked to story, sometimes with notable falls of style.
The Whip was perhaps the most recent lash of that ours political had inferto to the arrogance urbanist New Delon: it polled tall in the sky in perennial movement and at night it was a show that made beautiful show of itself to kilometers of distance. The colored lighthouses inserted in the terminal gun carriage projected cones of light waved her that they followed the phlegmatic movements of the structures under the push of the winds, illuminating to sweets waves the clouds and the surrounding districts.
The Whip was beautiful to be seen and the name was appropriate. Unfortunately the administrations of the near cities, with thin perfidy, you/they had found even more an appropriate name: the hair. And, in effects, it seemed really a big hair transplanted in the beautiful mean of the residential center. The thing was worsened by the monorail suspended railroad that passed to few meters from the construction: you/he/she had been done in antecedent times, but case wanted that the pylons of support a great deal dense and the same monorail they seemed an enormous comb in procinto to rearrange the rebellious pelone.
However, there had never been, and I would have been careful not to go us. Luckily I had a good excuse.
«I regret» I said. «I have something to see in TV.»
It was true. Kurt had delivered me the recording of the motor tests of the day, recommending to view them to me.
In effects, it was useful: it was the only way to see how I managed my body in the various situations of crisis. It was in that way that I discovered, for how much it seemed impossible, that was assuming him/it same way of walking of when I was everything of flesh.
Daylight struck me a grim glance, to tell me that he/she knew very well that I was pleased of the appointment.
The rest of the evening I passed him/it playing with his/her/their children under the pleased eyes of Daylight. Those were and they are my best moments.
The evening I turned up them the covers and I lay down me on my bed. I was sleepy. In effects, you/he/she would be been able to say that the thing that I did in more normal way was to sleep.